It's probably not surprising that his awareness tries to hook a few more fingers toward the light and Victor's, Victor's voice, given what he's saying. That his words about Yuri going to sleep, hadn't been about Yuri going to sleep in Yuri's own bed. Again. Even if he says it calmly, quietly, amused and persuading.
Saying that he won't do anything, when Yuri's last thoughts of what happened in this bed two days ago was a wide gaping chasm between the nothing happened that was true and yet still not anywhere near I'll just let you sleep. But it's the 'please' on top of the two times he's said that word he said the whole other night. Stay. Stay. Stay.
Please.
Please, while Victor fingers start running through his hair and something too soft escapes his throat, the back of his mouth, this time, because it feels so good, making him want to lean into it, and the dark, and Victor, and everything. His eyelids closing slightly more as he leaned toward Victor's touch.
He knows he's too tired, because he doesn't even want to argue with his own head about whether he's being stupid or selfish. Whether he should or he shouldn't. He doesn't want to be far away from Victor, and Victor doesn't want him to go, and Victor is saying nothing is going to happen. He's just supposed to sleep. Which will probably be incredibly boring for Victor, but it means he wouldn't have to move, get up, pull apart his --
Yuri's eyelids flickered, finding him, from nowhere, "Are you going to get the blankets the right way this time?" Or would that be Yuri's job, again. Figuring out how to get them, right through Victor, again. Except on top of him.
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Date: 2017-05-14 05:10 pm (UTC)Saying that he won't do anything, when Yuri's last thoughts of what happened in this bed two days ago was a wide gaping chasm between the nothing happened that was true and yet still not anywhere near I'll just let you sleep. But it's the 'please' on top of the two times he's said that word he said the whole other night. Stay. Stay. Stay.
Please.
Please, while Victor fingers start running through his hair and something too soft escapes his throat, the back of his mouth, this time, because it feels so good, making him want to lean into it, and the dark, and Victor, and everything. His eyelids closing slightly more as he leaned toward Victor's touch.
He knows he's too tired, because he doesn't even want to argue with his own head about whether he's being stupid or selfish. Whether he should or he shouldn't. He doesn't want to be far away from Victor, and Victor doesn't want him to go, and Victor is saying nothing is going to happen. He's just supposed to sleep. Which will probably be incredibly boring for Victor, but it means he wouldn't have to move, get up, pull apart his --
Yuri's eyelids flickered, finding him, from nowhere, "Are you going to get the blankets the right way this time?"
Or would that be Yuri's job, again. Figuring out how to get them, right through Victor, again. Except on top of him.